Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses), artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song The Understanding, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) |
R-o-c |
Memph bleek |
Jigga man |
Missy, twista sho nuff |
Yeah, yo Dont get mad at me |
I dont love em I fuck em I dont chase em I duck em I replace em with another one |
You had to see she keep calling me big |
(and another one!) |
And my name is jay-z |
She was all on my dick |
Gradually Im taking over your bitch |
Coming over your shit |
Got my feet up on you sofas, man |
I mean a hostess for my open hand |
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans |
I got your bitch up in my rover man |
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand |
In fact I diss her Im a bolder man |
Imma pimp her, its over man |
When I twist her in the gold sedan |
Like Im goldie man, youre bitch chose man |
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands |
Wedding bands dont make it rosy man |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |
Yo check it now, yo, yo Your hoe chose i I aint gonna lie |
What I look like turnin down chocha |
Drove by, smokin lye |
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes |
Hop in the passenger side of the ride |
Damn bleek, cant speak |
Uh-huh, okay, whats up, shut up And close the door |
Act like you been in the drop top |
On the open road before |
Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 160? |
Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy |
How you love how the white wife beater fit me M-dot, him hot, them not |
(thats gangsta) |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |
Tha jigga and twista got em screaming |
Like a demon fiending for the semen |
Chrome gleaming like the dome off keenan |
Gone while Im leanin smoking |
Im whip it in the stomach |
Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money |
Why you acting so funny? |
You know she been flirting while your working |
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain |
Poppin that pussy |
Sweatin till no fluid is left |
When I come in the party with j we gonna do it to death |
You gon ruin your rep |
Trippin while we pimpin these hefers |
Playa lectures got me shining like a new gator stepper |
Must have been mad |
When your ho put my stuff in the dash |
Bust in her ass |
To climax I come up with a nab |
The game dont stop |
Legit ballers bending up the block |
Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props |
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her |
Cant help it if she yellin with a ridah |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |
Yo, yo Why you home alone, why she out with me? |
Room 112, hotel balcony |
How she say jay you can call the house for me? |
Theres no respect at all |
You betta check her dawg |
She keep beggin me to hit it raw |
So she can have my kids and say it was yours |
How foul is she? |
and you wifed her |
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter |
Sent her home, when she entered home |
You hugged her up What the fuck is up? |
She got you whipped, got your kids |
Got your home, but thats not your bitch |
You share that girl, dont let em hear daddy earl |
Itll make em sick that his favorite chick |
Aint saving it, unfaithful bitch |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |
Yo how dumb the pimp? |
I heard he trick |
Bought a new five, maybe a six |
Copped that for his new down bitch |
And I was digging that down since 96 shit |
Memph man Ill take your bitch |
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip |
And you know how it go when it come to the hoes |
She can do the same thing to the clique you know |
Your hoe chose, dont get mad at me Got your wife callin me daddy |
Put her out on the street let her get that cheese |
My bad is that your freak |
But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, its fuck you |
Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot |
Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin slug too |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |
Cool out homie |
You betta keep her away from my balling clique |
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix |
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks |
From catz who order cris play the floor with the knicks |
That can only lead to something unfortunate |
Hot boy like jigga man scorch your bitch |
Play the floor dot jigga man go first |
Then we all rock cause we all hot |
You know the boys from the roc got them whores on lock |
Got them bitches in the smash |
Making yours drive fast |
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga |
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga |
Cause imma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that |
You would fuck mine |
How the hell can you knock that? |
Im just playing the cards choosenly |
Jigga man who ya supposed to be? |
Oh is that your chick |
Why she all in his six? |
With her hand on his dick |
Keep licking her lips |
Is that your chick? |
Why she all in his ride? |
With her hand on his thigh |
Keep looking in his eyes |
Oh is that your chick? |
You better tell her chill |
While you all in his grill |
Dont you know that man kill? |
Is that your chick? |
Why she beeping him? |
Keep praising him? |
Cause thats bleek and them, trick |